l??-l wonder if you could tell me of
what breed Ludlam's dog was, sir? If
he could burn up daylight chasing his
tail any better than this crowd can, lolling@
around on a picnic, he must be the limit."

The answer came with the low, drawling
laugh of Stud Bennett, otherwise
Studart, brother to Jessie, the "merle's"
calling mate, who was himself playing
fiddle-faddle in the sunshine, after a four-mile
hike.

"Humph! Well, I'm off to locate a
spring--where 's the blue bucket? When
I get back you'll have to turn to, you
dummies, build a fire and unpack the commissariat
-otherwise rolls by the dozen
dozen. The 'duff' and Frankforts are in
the 'Baby', I guess." The Scoutmaster
shot a glance at a big, brown duffle bag
reposing on a mound, capable of containing
ten bags of rations, each pertaining%
to individual scouts on a long hike, yet
hardly sufficient to transport the "cates",
the luncheon for eighteen Camp Fire
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